Art of the Heart

Zoriah, Creative Commons

Zoriah, Creative Commons

Well-written poetry seems an art of the heart,
Requiring exploration of catacombs and tombs; dark, hidden rooms,
Only possible by the grace and prod of God. And trust.
Now I understand the uniform,
Gear, worn to give courage to fear.
Enveloping mined gold in curtains and folds,
Disguise of the wary wise.

Today’s assignment:  trust, internal rhyme, acrostic.

Busy day today, little time for revisions unless I ponder as I go.  Would really love your suggestions, though.

P.S.  This is why I don’t write poetry… it’s scary down there.  Plus, I kinda’ stink at it. But I do like to read yours.